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A castle sits high in the Bavarian mountains, shrouded by fog. But inside, the lights blaze brightly, a haven for the German Officers to come and relax from the harshness of the war. The exclusive resort for the privileged few boasts a fine selection of wine and song, but more importantly a collection of girls, captured and taken from their homes to serve every sexual whim of their German Masters.

Powerone weaves an erotic tale of extreme domination and torture. Helpless virgins are used to feed the perverse appetites of the German Officers. No perversion is too extreme. Public masturbation, girl sex, whippings, clamps, electrodes and stinging nettles are just some of the preferred methods the officers use for their sexual gratification.

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“It was a statue over seven feet tall, prominent features carved in smooth stone, none more than the one that grew up from between his legs. It stood out at least a foot, the shaft so thick that Angela didn't think she could even get her hand around it. The head, if that is what you could call it was the size of thick fist. She stared at it as if she were mesmerized, checking out every detail on the intricately carved penis."

Virgins are forced to ride the God, a whip used to entice the rhythmic coupling required for the orgasm that the unyielding shaft would induce in the girls.

Powerone takes you on an erotic ride in a period when war controlled the world and the powerful took out their jaded lust on the innocent and the weak.

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Hilda screamed so loud that it rang off the hard, wet walls of stone. She couldn’t believe any human being would inflict such pain on another, especially a female, but General Godard smiled and seemed to relish her cries. In fact he encouraged them. She was strung up in a wide “X”, her arms pulled to the sides, high up. Her legs were secured in an equally wide spread, her crotch feeling as if she was being split up the middle. But it was her insides that were on fire, the electricity racing through all of the wires Doctor Stemme had painstakingly placed on all her most intimate parts of her body. It was bad enough when the shiny metal clamps were attached to her nipples, Doctor Stemme coaxing them gently into erection before he cruelly snapped the clamps on the sensitive tips. Then it was her crotch his fingers worked on, urging her juices from her sex before he placed the clamps up and down each pussy lip, the heavy clamps and wires that trailed from each one pulling her lips towards the floor. She couldn’t do anything as he thrust the rubber handled dildo inside her pussy, the thick metal fake cock pushing aside all resistance until it pushed hard against her cervix. The final indignity, the metal probe shoved unceremoniously in her asshole, the thick metal aching as it lay unmoving inside her clenching hole, the tapered end trapped inside her by her own anal muscles. What did she do to deserve such treatment?

Hilda had been captured by the invading German Army last month. Taken from her home, the soldiers gathered up all the villagers in the small town in Hungary. She was separated from her parents, with tears in her Mother’s eyes her only parting before the soldiers threw her into the back of the army truck with other young girls of the village. They had traveled for over two weeks, picking up more girls until the truck was filled with over twenty of them. Most were Hilda’s age, twenty, with a few as young as eighteen, but the oldest was not more than twenty-five. All were attractive, and a deep fear settled into the pit of Hilda’s stomach from this fact. There were stories of the girls taken and raped, but so far no one had touched them; nothing but a leering gaze at them or a more than casual touch on their ass. Their stomachs growled, the food given them barely able to sustain them. The truck bumped along the small country roads, the air cooling as they drove higher into the mountains. They were given warm jackets to wear, the snow already covering the ground. They could see they were going high up a mountain, the winding road moving them closer and closer to the top, the sharp edge of the road dropping off into deep cliffs below.

It had been three weeks before the truck finally came to a stop, the girls getting out, stretching their supple bodies from the long ride. Hilda looked at the castle, which was the only way to describe it. It sat perched precariously on the top of a mountain, the view blocked by the heavy fog that surrounded it. It must be hundreds of years old, the rocks crumbling on the walls. They were parked at the back of it, and Hilda looked up at the windows, the bright lights shining out of them, the sound of music coming from somewhere inside. Maybe they were captured to be maids or servants, a much better thought than what had been in her head. She was a virgin, hoping to save herself for her future husband. So far the Germans had treated the girls as gentlemen would.

“Gather around here Fräuleins,” the German Captain yelled to the girls. He looked at them, all lovely girls. He hoped they had bodies to equal their faces, the winter coats hiding their best assets. They would soon be inspected. Inspected intimately, and the Captain hoped for a chance at one of them first, especially a virgin, but the Senior Officers seemed to always get them first.

Hilda was herded with the other girls through the back door, past the kitchen, where she got a glimpse of a large kitchen staff working diligently to prepare what seemed to be a lot of food. There had to be hundreds in the castle that needed to be fed. There was hope for Hilda after all, seeing lots of girls in short serving dresses racing out of the room with trays of food. If that was all she had to do to survive, wear a short dress, that wouldn’t be bad. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, though she was a bit modest.

They were herded down a long damp corridor, feeling like they were moving downward, the lights flickering as they moved toward what seemed to be the basement of the castle. There was a steep staircase, the girls trudging nosily down the wooden steps, holding onto the railing to keep from falling. They finally came to the bottom, where a large wooden door squeaked open, the lights bouncing off the stone walls inside. Hilda was lined up with the other girls against the wall, feeling the dampness already pervading her clothes, a chill setting in. They had taken the warm jackets from the girls, leaving them in the thin dresses most of them wore when they were captured. Two more officers joined the Captain, Hilda not able to identify their rank, but by the way the Captain responded to them, they were obviously senior to him.

Hilda knew a bit of German, and was able to catch fragments of their hushed conversation. “Jungfrau” the German word made her fearful, knowing that it meant virgin, and “deflorieren”, to deflower. Were they speaking of taking her virginity? Were they really brought here to be raped?

Before Hilda could even contemplate her fate, the girls were ushered from the room, one at a time, a guard with a rifle shoving them out as the Officers looked at them as if they were buying fruit, their eyes racing up and down their bodies as they moved in front of them. Hilda was ushered down a long hall by a young German soldier, his eyes failing to even recognize her as he pushed her into a cell. Hilda stopped when she saw the bars on the small window, but the rifle that pushed painfully into her back forced her through the door, the heavy wooden door closing, the lock clicking shut before she could even protest. She looked around the small room, a cot on one side, a toilet and a sink over in the other corner. There was nothing else. A single bulb burned from the ceiling, illuminating the rank stone walls and floor almost ominously. Hilda could hear the other doors closing, sure it was the rest of the girls being shoved into similar cells. She sat down on the hard cot, the blanket scratchy. She began to sob. It was all hitting her at once, the loss of her parents and now locked into a cell like a caged animal. She curled up on the cot, pulling the rough blanket over her. She shut her eyes from the harsh light of the open light bulb.

The door clanging open scared her awake, and Hilda sat up in the bed to see the same soldier in the doorway.

“This way.” He had a short riding crop in his hand, slapping it harshly on his thigh, enjoying the way her body jerked from the noise.

Hilda got up, smoothing her wrinkled dress down over her legs, afraid of where he would take her. He marched her down the long hallway, Hilda catching glimpses of some of the girls in the cells as she passed them, a few of them sobbing quietly. At the end of the hallway the light shone from a room, the soldier stopping at the doorway, instructing Hilda inside. She stepped inside the brightly lit room, seeing two men inside. One was an officer, dressed in his uniform, polished black boots on his feet. The other man sat behind a long desk, a white smock as if he were a Doctor. What scared her was the furniture around the room. A gynecological table ominously sat at the side of the room, the gleaming metal stirrups sticking up almost majestically, brown leather straps at the end. Why did they need the straps on a gynecological table? The other furniture was hard to describe, large pillars of wood crossing each other in an “x”, leather straps lining each pillar. Strange chairs without seats, benches, tables all made more ominous by the leather straps and cuffs that would serve only one purpose. To secure someone to them.

The Doctor smiled at Hilda, his eyes already taking in her beauty. She had auburn hair that hung partially down her back, disheveled from her long trip. Her green eyes sparkled as they seemed to question him from afar. Her complexion was fair, with a lovely pair of lips that smiled in spite of her predicament. The thin dress did little to hide her lovely breasts or her long lean legs. He couldn’t wait to inspect her further. “I am Doctor Stemme. And this is General Godard. He is Commander here.”

“Why am I here?” Hilda’s voice broke as she stuttered in fear.

“You are here to serve the German Army. You can cooperate and make it easier on yourself. If you choose not to, I can assure you that it will be very painful.” General Godard’s voice boomed in the room.

“I don’t want trouble General,” her voice trembling. She was afraid of what he had said. Serve the German army. “I can be a very good waitress General. I saw a number of girls upstairs.”

“I’m afraid we only use German girls for that position, Hilda. We have other plans for you. German Officers come here to relax from the war. You will be one of the girls that will make their stay more enjoyable. You are a very lovely girl. With a nice body. My Officers will enjoy your pleasure.” General Godard looked at her with piercing eyes.

“No more discussion on this Hilda,” Doctor Stemme interrupting Hilda before the words could even come out her mouth. “You will first have to be examined to make sure that you are free of disease.” He paused for a moment, seeing the worried look etched on her face. “Remove your dress.” He said adamantly.

“But the General is here.” It was bad enough to have to strip in front of the Doctor, but the General was staring at her. And it wasn’t a passing interest in her, his eyes running up and down her body as he checked her out. She was afraid they were going to turn her into a whore for the German Officers.

“I am in charge here Hilda. Now do as the Doctor says or I will bring in a few soldiers to strip you naked. Would you like that?” General Goddard was eager to see her naked body, maybe be the first one to enjoy her charms, sure that she was a virgin.

She trembled, both men looking at her with lust in their eyes. Older men that wanted her to strip naked before them, showing them her virginal body. And she was sure that it would only get worse.

“SSSSLLLAAAAPPP.” The General snapped his riding crop on the desk, Hilda jumping at the unexpected sound. “NOW!” General Godard grew impatient.

Her eyes opened wide in fear, the noise scaring her. But not as much as the look the General gave her and the sound of his voice. He was not used to being disobeyed. Her fingers went to the top of her dress, trembling as she tried to open the tiny buttons. She fumbled with each button before it would pop open, her fingers moving down to the next. There must be at least twenty buttons, but Hilda had never thought about them before. The dress began to fall back, and she began turning red as her bra came into view. She continued until she unbuttoned the last button, holding the two halves of her dress together as she looked back up at the Doctor, seeing no mercy in his eyes. He was looking at her not like a Doctor, but as a man. She had no choice but to slip the dress off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor beneath her. Her hands slipped in front of her, covering her panty covered sex from the two men, trembling.

“Would you rather be strapped down on the cold metal table and have the General strip you naked? Put your hands away! I won’t put up with any more of your insolent behavior!” Doctor Stemme wanted to get on with it.


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Hilda screamed so loud that it rang off the hard, wet walls of stone. She couldn’t believe any human being would inflict such pain on
another, especially a female, but General Godard smiled and seemed to relish her cries. In fact he encouraged them. She was strung up in a
wide “X”, her arms pulled to the sides, high up. Her legs were secured in an equally wide spread, her crotch feeling as if she was being
split up the middle. But it was her insides that were on fire, the electricity racing through all of the wires Doctor Stemme had
painstakingly placed on all her most intimate parts of her body. It was bad enough when the shiny metal clamps were attached to her
nipples, Doctor Stemme coaxing them gently into erection before he cruelly snapped the clamps on the sensitive tips. Then it was her crotch
his fingers worked on, urging her juices from her sex before he placed the clamps up and down each pussy lip, the heavy clamps and wires
that trailed from each one pulling her lips towards the floor. She couldn’t do anything as he thrust the rubber handled dildo inside her
pussy, the thick metal fake cock pushing aside all resistance until it pushed hard against her cervix. The final indignity, the metal probe
shoved unceremoniously in her asshole, the thick metal aching as it lay unmoving inside her clenching hole, the tapered end trapped inside
her by her own anal muscles. What did she do to deserve such treatment?



Hilda had been captured by the invading German Army last month. Taken from her home, the soldiers gathered up all the villagers in the
small town in Hungary. She was separated from her parents, with tears in her Mother’s eyes her only parting before the soldiers threw her
into the back of the army truck with other young girls of the village. They had traveled for over two weeks, picking up more girls until
the truck was filled with over twenty of them. Most were Hilda’s age, twenty, with a few as young as eighteen, but the oldest was not more
than twenty-five. All were attractive, and a deep fear settled into the pit of Hilda’s stomach from this fact. There were stories of the
girls taken and raped, but so far no one had touched them; nothing but a leering gaze at them or a more than casual touch on their ass.
Their stomachs growled, the food given them barely able to sustain them. The truck bumped along the small country roads, the air cooling as
they drove higher into the mountains. They were given warm jackets to wear, the snow already covering the ground. They could see they were
going high up a mountain, the winding road moving them closer and closer to the top, the sharp edge of the road dropping off into deep
cliffs below.



It had been three weeks before the truck finally came to a stop, the girls getting out, stretching their supple bodies from the long ride.
Hilda looked at the castle, which was the only way to describe it. It sat perched precariously on the top of a mountain, the view blocked
by the heavy fog that surrounded it. It must be hundreds of years old, the rocks crumbling on the walls. They were parked at the back of
it, and Hilda looked up at the windows, the bright lights shining out of them, the sound of music coming from somewhere inside. Maybe they
were captured to be maids or servants, a much better thought than what had been in her head. She was a virgin, hoping to save herself for
her future husband. So far the Germans had treated the girls as gentlemen would.



“Gather around here Fräuleins,” the German Captain yelled to the girls. He looked at them, all lovely girls. He hoped they had bodies to
equal their faces, the winter coats hiding their best assets. They would soon be inspected. Inspected intimately, and the Captain hoped
for a chance at one of them first, especially a virgin, but the Senior Officers seemed to always get them first.



Hilda was herded with the other girls through the back door, past the kitchen, where she got a glimpse of a large kitchen staff working
diligently to prepare what seemed to be a lot of food. There had to be hundreds in the castle that needed to be fed. There was hope for
Hilda after all, seeing lots of girls in short serving dresses racing out of the room with trays of food. If that was all she had to do to
survive, wear a short dress, that wouldn’t be bad. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, though she was a bit modest.



They were herded down a long damp corridor, feeling like they were moving downward, the lights flickering as they moved toward what seemed
to be the basement of the castle. There was a steep staircase, the girls trudging nosily down the wooden steps, holding onto the railing to
keep from falling. They finally came to the bottom, where a large wooden door squeaked open, the lights bouncing off the stone walls
inside. Hilda was lined up with the other girls against the wall, feeling the dampness already pervading her clothes, a chill setting in.
They had taken the warm jackets from the girls, leaving them in the thin dresses most of them wore when they were captured. Two more
officers joined the Captain, Hilda not able to identify their rank, but by the way the Captain responded to them, they were obviously senior
to him.



Hilda knew a bit of German, and was able to catch fragments of their hushed conversation. “Jungfrau” the German word made her fearful,
knowing that it meant virgin, and “deflorieren”, to deflower. Were they speaking of taking her virginity? Were they really brought here to
be raped?



Before Hilda could even contemplate her fate, the girls were ushered from the room, one at a time, a guard with a rifle shoving them out as
the Officers looked at them as if they were buying fruit, their eyes racing up and down their bodies as they moved in front of them. Hilda
was ushered down a long hall by a young German soldier, his eyes failing to even recognize her as he pushed her into a cell. Hilda stopped
when she saw the bars on the small window, but the rifle that pushed painfully into her back forced her through the door, the heavy wooden
door closing, the lock clicking shut before she could even protest. She looked around the small room, a cot on one side, a toilet and a
sink over in the other corner. There was nothing else. A single bulb burned from the ceiling, illuminating the rank stone walls and floor
almost ominously. Hilda could hear the other doors closing, sure it was the rest of the girls being shoved into similar cells. She sat
down on the hard cot, the blanket scratchy. She began to sob. It was all hitting her at once, the loss of her parents and now locked into
a cell like a caged animal. She curled up on the cot, pulling the rough blanket over her. She shut her eyes from the harsh light of the
open light bulb.



The door clanging open scared her awake, and Hilda sat up in the bed to see the same soldier in the doorway.



“This way.” He had a short riding crop in his hand, slapping it harshly on his thigh, enjoying the way her body jerked from the noise. />


Hilda got up, smoothing her wrinkled dress down over her legs, afraid of where he would take her. He marched her down the long hallway,
Hilda catching glimpses of some of the girls in the cells as she passed them, a few of them sobbing quietly. At the end of the hallway the
light shone from a room, the soldier stopping at the doorway, instructing Hilda inside. She stepped inside the brightly lit room, seeing
two men inside. One was an officer, dressed in his uniform, polished black boots on his feet. The other man sat behind a long desk, a
white smock as if he were a Doctor. What scared her was the furniture around the room. A gynecological table ominously sat at the side of
the room, the gleaming metal stirrups sticking up almost majestically, brown leather straps at the end. Why did they need the straps on a
gynecological table? The other furniture was hard to describe, large pillars of wood crossing each other in an “x”, leather straps lining
each pillar. Strange chairs without seats, benches, tables all made more ominous by the leather straps and cuffs that would serve only one
purpose. To secure someone to them.



The Doctor smiled at Hilda, his eyes already taking in her beauty. She had auburn hair that hung partially down her back, disheveled from
her long trip. Her green eyes sparkled as they seemed to question him from afar. Her complexion was fair, with a lovely pair of lips that
smiled in spite of her predicament. The thin dress did little to hide her lovely breasts or her long lean legs. He couldn’t wait to
inspect her further. “I am Doctor Stemme. And this is General Godard. He is Commander here.”



“Why am I here?” Hilda’s voice broke as she stuttered in fear.



“You are here to serve the German Army. You can cooperate and make it easier on yourself. If you choose not to, I can assure you that it
will be very painful.” General Godard’s voice boomed in the room.



“I don’t want trouble General,” her voice trembling. She was afraid of what he had said. Serve the German army. “I can be a very good
waitress General. I saw a number of girls upstairs.”



“I’m afraid we only use German girls for that position, Hilda. We have other plans for you. German Officers come here to relax from the
war. You will be one of the girls that will make their stay more enjoyable. You are a very lovely girl. With a nice body. My Officers
will enjoy your pleasure.” General Godard looked at her with piercing eyes.



“No more discussion on this Hilda,” Doctor Stemme interrupting Hilda before the words could even come out her mouth. “You will first have
to be examined to make sure that you are free of disease.” He paused for a moment, seeing the worried look etched on her face. “Remove
your dress.” He said adamantly.



“But the General is here.” It was bad enough to have to strip in front of the Doctor, but the General was staring at her. And it wasn’t a
passing interest in her, his eyes running up and down her body as he checked her out. She was afraid they were going to turn her into a
whore for the German Officers.



“I am in charge here Hilda. Now do as the Doctor says or I will bring in a few soldiers to strip you naked. Would you like that?” General
Goddard was eager to see her naked body, maybe be the first one to enjoy her charms, sure that she was a virgin.



She trembled, both men looking at her with lust in their eyes. Older men that wanted her to strip naked before them, showing them her
virginal body. And she was sure that it would only get worse.



“SSSSLLLAAAAPPP.” The General snapped his riding crop on the desk, Hilda jumping at the unexpected sound. “NOW!” General Godard grew
impatient.



Her eyes opened wide in fear, the noise scaring her. But not as much as the look the General gave her and the sound of his voice. He was
not used to being disobeyed. Her fingers went to the top of her dress, trembling as she tried to open the tiny buttons. She fumbled with
each button before it would pop open, her fingers moving down to the next. There must be at least twenty buttons, but Hilda had never
thought about them before. The dress began to fall back, and she began turning red as her bra came into view. She continued until she
unbuttoned the last button, holding the two halves of her dress together as she looked back up at the Doctor, seeing no mercy in his eyes.
He was looking at her not like a Doctor, but as a man. She had no choice but to slip the dress off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the
floor beneath her. Her hands slipped in front of her, covering her panty covered sex from the two men, trembling.



“Would you rather be strapped down on the cold metal table and have the General strip you naked? Put your hands away! I won’t put up with
any more of your insolent behavior!” Doctor Stemme wanted to get on with it.


Excerpt..

Hilda screamed so loud that it rang off the hard, wet walls of stone. She couldn’t believe any human being would inflict such pain on

another, especially a female, but General Godard smiled and seemed to relish her cries. In fact he encouraged them. She was strung up in a

wide “X”, her arms pulled to the sides, high up. Her legs were secured in an equally wide spread, her crotch feeling as if she was being

split up the middle. But it was her insides that were on fire, the electricity racing through all of the wires Doctor Stemme had

painstakingly placed on all her most intimate parts of her body. It was bad enough when the shiny metal clamps were attached to her

nipples, Doctor Stemme coaxing them gently into erection before he cruelly snapped the clamps on the sensitive tips. Then it was her crotch

his fingers worked on, urging her juices from her sex before he placed the clamps up and down each pussy lip, the heavy clamps and wires

that trailed from each one pulling her lips towards the floor. She couldn’t do anything as he thrust the rubber handled dildo inside her

pussy, the thick metal fake cock pushing aside all resistance until it pushed hard against her cervix. The final indignity, the metal probe

shoved unceremoniously in her asshole, the thick metal aching as it lay unmoving inside her clenching hole, the tapered end trapped inside

her by her own anal muscles. What did she do to deserve such treatment?





Hilda had been captured by the invading German Army last month. Taken from her home, the soldiers gathered up all the villagers in the

small town in Hungary. She was separated from her parents, with tears in her Mother’s eyes her only parting before the soldiers threw her

into the back of the army truck with other young girls of the village. They had traveled for over two weeks, picking up more girls until

the truck was filled with over twenty of them. Most were Hilda’s age, twenty, with a few as young as eighteen, but the oldest was not more

than twenty-five. All were attractive, and a deep fear settled into the pit of Hilda’s stomach from this fact. There were stories of the

girls taken and raped, but so far no one had touched them; nothing but a leering gaze at them or a more than casual touch on their ass.

Their stomachs growled, the food given them barely able to sustain them. The truck bumped along the small country roads, the air cooling as

they drove higher into the mountains. They were given warm jackets to wear, the snow already covering the ground. They could see they were

going high up a mountain, the winding road moving them closer and closer to the top, the sharp edge of the road dropping off into deep

cliffs below.





It had been three weeks before the truck finally came to a stop, the girls getting out, stretching their supple bodies from the long ride.

Hilda looked at the castle, which was the only way to describe it. It sat perched precariously on the top of a mountain, the view blocked

by the heavy fog that surrounded it. It must be hundreds of years old, the rocks crumbling on the walls. They were parked at the back of

it, and Hilda looked up at the windows, the bright lights shining out of them, the sound of music coming from somewhere inside. Maybe they

were captured to be maids or servants, a much better thought than what had been in her head. She was a virgin, hoping to save herself for

her future husband. So far the Germans had treated the girls as gentlemen would.





“Gather around here Fräuleins,” the German Captain yelled to the girls. He looked at them, all lovely girls. He hoped they had bodies to

equal their faces, the winter coats hiding their best assets. They would soon be inspected. Inspected intimately, and the Captain hoped

for a chance at one of them first, especially a virgin, but the Senior Officers seemed to always get them first.





Hilda was herded with the other girls through the back door, past the kitchen, where she got a glimpse of a large kitchen staff working

diligently to prepare what seemed to be a lot of food. There had to be hundreds in the castle that needed to be fed. There was hope for

Hilda after all, seeing lots of girls in short serving dresses racing out of the room with trays of food. If that was all she had to do to

survive, wear a short dress, that wouldn’t be bad. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, though she was a bit modest.





They were herded down a long damp corridor, feeling like they were moving downward, the lights flickering as they moved toward what seemed

to be the basement of the castle. There was a steep staircase, the girls trudging nosily down the wooden steps, holding onto the railing to

keep from falling. They finally came to the bottom, where a large wooden door squeaked open, the lights bouncing off the stone walls

inside. Hilda was lined up with the other girls against the wall, feeling the dampness already pervading her clothes, a chill setting in.

They had taken the warm jackets from the girls, leaving them in the thin dresses most of them wore when they were captured. Two more

officers joined the Captain, Hilda not able to identify their rank, but by the way the Captain responded to them, they were obviously senior

to him.





Hilda knew a bit of German, and was able to catch fragments of their hushed conversation. “Jungfrau” the German word made her fearful,

knowing that it meant virgin, and “deflorieren”, to deflower. Were they speaking of taking her virginity? Were they really brought here to

be raped?





Before Hilda could even contemplate her fate, the girls were ushered from the room, one at a time, a guard with a rifle shoving them out as

the Officers looked at them as if they were buying fruit, their eyes racing up and down their bodies as they moved in front of them. Hilda

was ushered down a long hall by a young German soldier, his eyes failing to even recognize her as he pushed her into a cell. Hilda stopped

when she saw the bars on the small window, but the rifle that pushed painfully into her back forced her through the door, the heavy wooden

door closing, the lock clicking shut before she could even protest. She looked around the small room, a cot on one side, a toilet and a

sink over in the other corner. There was nothing else. A single bulb burned from the ceiling, illuminating the rank stone walls and floor

almost ominously. Hilda could hear the other doors closing, sure it was the rest of the girls being shoved into similar cells. She sat

down on the hard cot, the blanket scratchy. She began to sob. It was all hitting her at once, the loss of her parents and now locked into

a cell like a caged animal. She curled up on the cot, pulling the rough blanket over her. She shut her eyes from the harsh light of the

open light bulb.





The door clanging open scared her awake, and Hilda sat up in the bed to see the same soldier in the doorway.





“This way.” He had a short riding crop in his hand, slapping it harshly on his thigh, enjoying the way her body jerked from the noise.
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Hilda got up, smoothing her wrinkled dress down over her legs, afraid of where he would take her. He marched her down the long hallway,

Hilda catching glimpses of some of the girls in the cells as she passed them, a few of them sobbing quietly. At the end of the hallway the

light shone from a room, the soldier stopping at the doorway, instructing Hilda inside. She stepped inside the brightly lit room, seeing

two men inside. One was an officer, dressed in his uniform, polished black boots on his feet. The other man sat behind a long desk, a

white smock as if he were a Doctor. What scared her was the furniture around the room. A gynecological table ominously sat at the side of

the room, the gleaming metal stirrups sticking up almost majestically, brown leather straps at the end. Why did they need the straps on a

gynecological table? The other furniture was hard to describe, large pillars of wood crossing each other in an “x”, leather straps lining

each pillar. Strange chairs without seats, benches, tables all made more ominous by the leather straps and cuffs that would serve only one

purpose. To secure someone to them.





The Doctor smiled at Hilda, his eyes already taking in her beauty. She had auburn hair that hung partially down her back, disheveled from

her long trip. Her green eyes sparkled as they seemed to question him from afar. Her complexion was fair, with a lovely pair of lips that

smiled in spite of her predicament. The thin dress did little to hide her lovely breasts or her long lean legs. He couldn’t wait to

inspect her further. “I am Doctor Stemme. And this is General Godard. He is Commander here.”





“Why am I here?” Hilda’s voice broke as she stuttered in fear.





“You are here to serve the German Army. You can cooperate and make it easier on yourself. If you choose not to, I can assure you that it

will be very painful.” General Godard’s voice boomed in the room.





“I don’t want trouble General,” her voice trembling. She was afraid of what he had said. Serve the German army. “I can be a very good

waitress General. I saw a number of girls upstairs.”





“I’m afraid we only use German girls for that position, Hilda. We have other plans for you. German Officers come here to relax from the

war. You will be one of the girls that will make their stay more enjoyable. You are a very lovely girl. With a nice body. My Officers

will enjoy your pleasure.” General Godard looked at her with piercing eyes.





“No more discussion on this Hilda,” Doctor Stemme interrupting Hilda before the words could even come out her mouth. “You will first have

to be examined to make sure that you are free of disease.” He paused for a moment, seeing the worried look etched on her face. “Remove

your dress.” He said adamantly.





“But the General is here.” It was bad enough to have to strip in front of the Doctor, but the General was staring at her. And it wasn’t a

passing interest in her, his eyes running up and down her body as he checked her out. She was afraid they were going to turn her into a

whore for the German Officers.





“I am in charge here Hilda. Now do as the Doctor says or I will bring in a few soldiers to strip you naked. Would you like that?” General

Goddard was eager to see her naked body, maybe be the first one to enjoy her charms, sure that she was a virgin.





She trembled, both men looking at her with lust in their eyes. Older men that wanted her to strip naked before them, showing them her

virginal body. And she was sure that it would only get worse.





“SSSSLLLAAAAPPP.” The General snapped his riding crop on the desk, Hilda jumping at the unexpected sound. “NOW!” General Godard grew

impatient.





Her eyes opened wide in fear, the noise scaring her. But not as much as the look the General gave her and the sound of his voice. He was

not used to being disobeyed. Her fingers went to the top of her dress, trembling as she tried to open the tiny buttons. She fumbled with

each button before it would pop open, her fingers moving down to the next. There must be at least twenty buttons, but Hilda had never

thought about them before. The dress began to fall back, and she began turning red as her bra came into view. She continued until she

unbuttoned the last button, holding the two halves of her dress together as she looked back up at the Doctor, seeing no mercy in his eyes.

He was looking at her not like a Doctor, but as a man. She had no choice but to slip the dress off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the

floor beneath her. Her hands slipped in front of her, covering her panty covered sex from the two men, trembling.





“Would you rather be strapped down on the cold metal table and have the General strip you naked? Put your hands away! I won’t put up with

any more of your insolent behavior!” Doctor Stemme wanted to get on with it.



Reviews

Very repetative and OTT 2 out of 5

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Author Information

Powerone resides at the beach in San Diego where scantily clad females
forever perk his imagination.

A prolific, best selling author, he captivates readers by bringing them into the minds of both male and female lead characters. With vivid description and rich detail, Powerone draws readers
into a world often found only in fantasy and leaves them aching for more.

 


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